Vera, the Medium
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Richard Harding Davis
Richard Davis was born and educated in Melbourne and now lives in Queensland. He was encouraged in his writing by Alan Marshall, Ivan Southall and later, Nobel prize-winning author Patrick White. Richard pursued a successful career in commerce before taking up full-time writing in 1997. Since then his published works have included three internationally acclaimed biographies of musicians: Geoffrey Parsons - Among Friends (ABC Books), Eileen Joyce: A Portrait (Fremantle Press) and Anna Bishop - The Adventures of an Intrepid Prima Donna (Currency Press). The latest in this series is Wotan’s Daughter - The Life of Marjorie Lawrence.
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Title: Vera
The Medium
Author: Richard Harding Davis
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Contents
Part I
Happy in the hope that the news was exclusive
, the Despatch had thrown the name of Stephen Hallowell, his portrait, a picture of his house, and the words, At Point of Death!
across three columns. The announcement was heavy, lachrymose, bristling with the melancholy self-importance of the man who saw the deceased, just two minutes before the train hit him.
But the effect of the news fell short of the effort. Save that city editors were irritated that the presidents of certain railroads figured hastily on slips of paper, the fact that an old man and his millions would soon be parted, left New York undisturbed.
In the early 80's this would not have been so. Then, in the uplifting of the far West, Stephen Hallowell was a national figure, in the manoeuvres of the Eastern stock market an active, alert power. In those days, when a man with a few millions was still listed as rich, his fortune was considered colossal.
A patent coupling-pin, the invention of his brother-in-law, had given him his start, and, in introducing it, and in his efforts to force it upon the new railroads of the West, he had obtained a knowledge of their affairs. From that knowledge came his wealth. That was twenty years ago. Since then giants had arisen in the land; men whose wealth made the fortune of Stephen Hallowell appear a comfortable competence, his schemes and stratagems, which, in their day, had bewildered Wall Street, as simple as the trading across the counter of a cross-roads store. For years he had been out of it. He had lost count. Disuse and ill health had rendered his mind feeble, made him at times suspicious, at times childishly credulous. Without friends, along with his physician and the butler, who was also his nurse, he lived in the house that in 76, in a burst of vanity, he had built on Fifth Avenue. Then the house was a mansion,
and its front of brown sandstone the outward sign of wealth and fashion. Now, on one side, it rubbed shoulders with the shop of a man milliner, and across the street the houses had been torn down and replaced by a department store. Now, instead of a sombre jail-like facade, his outlook was a row of waxen ladies, who, before each change of season, appeared in new and gorgeous raiment, and, across the avenue, for his approval, smiled continually.
It is time you moved, Stephen,
urged his friend and lawyer, Judge Henry Gaylor. I can get you twice as much for this lot as you paid for both it and the house.
But Mr. Hallowell always shook his head. Where would I go, Henry?
he would ask. What would I do with the money? No, I will live in this house until I am carried out of it.
With distaste, the irritated city editors followed up
the three-column story of the Despatch.
Find out if there's any truth in that,
they commanded. The old man won't see you, but get a talk out of Rainey. And see Judge Gaylor. He's close to Hallowell. Find out from him if that story didn't start as a bear yarn in Wall Street.
So, when Walsh of the Despatch was conducted by Garrett, the butler of Mr. Hallowell, upstairs to that gentlemen's library, he found a group of reporters already entrenched. At the door that opened from the library to the bedroom, the butler paused. What paper shall I say?
he asked.
The Despatch,
Walsh told him.
The servant turned quickly and stared at Walsh.
He appeared the typical butler, an Englishman of over forty, heavily built, soft-moving, with ruddy, smooth-shaven cheeks and prematurely gray hair. But now from his face the look of perfunctory politeness had fallen; the subdued voice had changed to a snarl that carried with it the accents of the Tenderloin.
So, you're the one, are you?
the man muttered.
For a moment he stood scowling; insolent, almost threatening, and then, once more, the servant opened the door and noiselessly closed it behind him.
The transition had been so abrupt, the revelation so unexpected, that the men laughed.
I don't blame him!
said young Irving. I couldn't find a single fact in the whole story. How'd your people get it—pretty straight?
Seemed straight to us,
said Walsh.
Well, you didn't handle it that way,
returned the other. Why didn't you quote Rainey or Gaylor? It seems to me if a man's on the point of death
—he lowered his voice and glanced toward the closed door—that his private doctor and his lawyer might know something about it.
Standing alone with his back to the window was a reporter who had greeted no one and to whom no one had spoken.
Had he held himself erect he would have been tall, but he stood slouching lazily, his shoulders bent, his hands in his pockets. When he spoke his voice was in keeping with the indolence of his bearing. It was soft, hesitating, carrying with it the courteous deference of the South. Only his eyes showed that to what was going forward he was alert and attentive.
Is Dr. Rainey Mr. Hallowell's family doctor?
he asked.
Irving surveyed him in amused superiority.
He is!
he answered. You been long in New York?
he asked.
Upon the stranger the sarcasm was lost, or he chose to ignore it, for he answered simply, No, I'm a New Orleans boy. I've just been taken on the Republic.
Welcome to our city,
said Irving. What do you think of our Main Street?
From the hall a tall portly man entered the room with the assurance of one much at home here and, with an exclamation, Irving fell upon him.
Good morning, Judge,
he called. He waved at him the clipping from the Despatch. Have you seen this?
Judge Gaylor accepted the slip of paper gingerly, and in turn moved his fine head pompously toward each of the young men. Most of them were known to him, but for the moment he preferred to appear too deeply concerned to greet them. With an expression of shocked indignation, he recognized only Walsh.
Yes, I have seen it,
he said, and there is not a word of truth in it! Mr. Walsh, I am surprised! You, of all people!
We got it on very good authority,
said the reporter.
But why not call me up and get the facts?
demanded the Judge. I was here until twelve o'clock, and—
Here!
interrupted Irving. Then he did have a collapse?
Judge Gaylor swung upon his heel.
Certainly not,
he retorted angrily. I was here on business, and I have never known his mind more capable, more alert.
He lifted his hands with an enthusiastic gesture. I wish you could have seen him!
Well,
urged Irving, how about our seeing him now?
For a moment Judge Gaylor permitted his annoyance to appear, but he at once recovered and, murmuring cheerfully, Certainly, certainly; I'll try to arrange it,
turned to the butler who had re-entered the room.
Garett,
he inquired, is Mr. Hallowell awake yet?
As he asked the question his eyebrows rose; with an almost imperceptible shake of the head he signaled for an answer in the negative.
Well, there you are!
the Judge exclaimed heartily. I can't wake him, even to oblige you. In a word, gentlemen, Stephen Hallowell has never been in better health, mentally and bodily. You can say that from me—and that's all there is to say.
Then, we can say,
persisted Irving, that you say, that Walsh's story is a fake?
You can say it is not true,
corrected Gaylor. That's all, gentlemen.
The audience was at an end. The young men moved toward the hall and Judge Gaylor turned to the bedroom. As he did so, he found that the new man on the Republic still held his ground.
Could I have a word with you, sir?
the stranger asked. The reporters halted jealously. Again Gaylor showed his impatience.
About Mr. Hallowell's health?
he demanded. There's nothing more to say.
No, it's not about his health,
ventured the reporter.
Well, not now. I am very late this morning.
The Judge again moved to the bedroom and the reporter, as though accepting the verdict, started to follow the others. As he did so, as though in explanation or as a warning he added: You said to always come to you for the facts.
The lawyer halted, hesitated. What facts do you want?
he asked. The reporter bowed, and waved his broad felt hat toward the listening men. In polite embarrassment he explained what he had to say could not be spoken in their presence.
Something in the manner of the stranger led Judge Gaylor to pause. He directed Garrett to accompany the reporters from the room. Then, with mock politeness, he turned to the one who remained. I take it, you are a new comer in New York journalism. What is your name?
he asked.
My name is Homer Lee,
said the Southerner. I am a New Orleans boy. I've been only a month in your city. Judge,
he began earnestly, but in a voice which still held the drawl of the South, "I met a man from home last week on Broadway. He belonged to that spiritualistic school on Carondelet Street. He knows all that's going on in the spook world, and he tells me the ghost